Hatred for Richie rich

Hatred for Richie rich 🤑

Hotel Ahuja palace commenced gathering with atrostacated business men.

It was a formal business partnership party thrown by Ahuja real estate company.

Raees people were talking and chatting about their daily lives, some of them talked about the price of a new bungalow, jewellery, expensive car which they recently purchased, some of them were planning to shift their business into a foreign country and many more.

During the party one of the waiters, named Jeetu Dhupia, dropped juice while serving the food mistakenly .

Jeetu’s heart came into his mouth.

“ You idiot, how dare you, my spoiled boots. Do you even know that how much price of it, it’ about one lakh “

“ I'm sorry Sir , I didn't do it intentionally. It was a mistake!"

" What will I do with your sorry !!! Wiped it !"

“Sir!" “ Jetu' looked up to meet the gaze of the man

" Don't you hear me… .wipe my shoe you filthy waiter !"

Jeetu peekd in his surroundings, people were gazing at them saying nothing. Jeetu's chest is getting heavy. He gulped the lump , he knew if the man complained against him to his Boss he had to be fired from his job and his family would suffer in the end.

Jeetu bent on his knees , and took out a handkerchief from the pocket of his black pants .

His hand reached towards the black expensive boot which was a brand he hardly knew about. Although he never had any knowledge regarding the fashion world .

Jeetu's myriad of thoughts halted when he saw a hand catch his right wrist, blocking it to extend farther .

He raised his arrow from the down to up and saw the person, it was Sanyogita who was the only one amidst the party talking to him like a human .

“ No jetu uncle, you don't need to do this.”

" betiya .. nahi.. mujhe mera Kam karne do"

“ No you won't"

Jetu gave up before the stubbornness of Sanyogita .

The rich man watched the drama between the waiter and the lady .

Amid the conflict the man's wife who has just finished talking on the phone approached them and asked about the matter “ Vikrant what happened?" “

The man shifted his arrow to his wife and told her about the entire situation. Hearing everything she got as furious as her husband.

They got up on their knees and stood before the rich man. Sanyogita glimpsed at the last person and presumed perhaps she would be his wife or fiance or girlfriend.

Sanyogita intervened, her voice laced with sincerity and apology. "I'm truly sorry, sir. Jeetu uncle didn't mean to cause any harm; it was simply an unfortunate accident." She turned to the distressed guest, her eyes conveying empathy. "Please, allow me to make it right. Come with me, and I'll show you to the washroom. You can clean up there."

With a gentle smile, Sanyogita gestured toward the exit, expertly diffusing the tension. Her words and actions exuded a calming presence.

His gaze devoured Sanyogita, his eyes roving over her body with unbridled lust.

She didn't wear any expensive jewellery. Just a gold chain with a lock was hanging around her neck. In her blue suit she was looking simple yet elegant. The man's eyes trail down on her voluptuous curves which fit so accurately in her body. Her exposed light complexion arms were glowing under the lights of the party .

The man found her as perfect as any libido lost their sense of her frustrating sexy figure. As his eyes lingered on her exposed arms, his imagination running wild. He pictured himself touching her skin, exploring every contour. His gaze was a palpable caress, leaving Sanyogita's skin crawling with unease.

Sanyogita felt uncomfortable under the vision of the man. She didn't like the way he was staring at her.

Nevertheless she was waiting for the response of the man and disclosing the matter asap.

“ Sir…

“ Vikrant doesn't hear her.!! Shanaya, his wife, warned him .

Vikrant didn't respond ,he was busy darting his lusty eyes over Sanyogita.

“ Hey you , “ if you have so much sympathy for this waiter, then you will clean your shoes ! “" The lady have had a tinged of arrogance in her words

Sanyogita grew extra wide after hearing the demand of the lady.

The lady was about to open her mouth to speak but Vikrant put his hand in the air before her as an indication to stop .

“ You will do it..

Sanyogita couldn't understand, her brows furrowed together in surprise full gesture “ What's Sir??"

Again the man's eyes fell on her lips which were stained in a nude lipstick. A tickling sensation spread across his body from stomach to down towards his pelvis

“ You will do the work of this waiter on his behalf! Vikrant said, squinting his eyes,while watching the facial expressions of Sanyogita.

She was perplexed witnessing the man’s impudence which lingered with the pride to be rich .

All eyes turned toward her, bodies twisting, necks craning for a better vantage point.

“ you dirty slum dwellers, people, what you will know about the value of expensive things !" Vikrant insulted Sanyogita

Sanyogita ’ cheeks flushed upon hearing the word " dirty slum dwellers” .

" Well," said Vikrant, " I know this kind of girl. isn’t it exactly posted on walls for public viewing ? These dirty poor people dreamed of being rich and again speaking abusive against the rich! “ the lady in a sarcastic tone.

Sanyogita upon hearing everything her body was burning with furry , in an impulsive moment ,she snatched a glass half filled with red wine from the lady's grip and threw it over the shirt of Vikrant who was dumbstruck so seeing her action.

Vikrant white shirt was damp in red.

The men shout out spontaneously “ You dirty bitch how dare you to damage my one lakh shirt “

Sanyogita’s eyes seems to be liked a sharp knife upon hearing the word “ Bitch " in a blink she took out 10 rupees from her Wallet and put them on the palm of the man and said in a sarcastic smile

" Mr. Richy rich take this ten rupees and buy a surve Excel sashe trust me your white shirt will be shining like diamond even will be more whiter than your yellowish tooth “

Vikrant was fuming with anger “you!!" In a storm his wife threw his juice on the face of Sanyogita .

Shanaya, watching these, took out ten thousand cash from his wallet and threw it on her face , yelling in bitterness “ Take this money and buy a cloth yourself. I know you poor slum dwellers haven't worn this much expensive dress in your life . How could you afford it ? If GOD first gives you wealth then will buy na !! The lady let out the outrage of humiliation

The altercation between Sanyogita and the couple was abruptly eclipsed by the arrival of a commanding figure. The men, clad in black formal attire and goggles, formed a stark contrast to his large physique tailored charcoal grey suit, which accentuated his broad shoulders. His piercing gaze swept the room, halting briefly on Sanyogita and the couple. The tension was palpable as all eyes locked onto him.

He was surrounded by his men and four bodyguards who had guns hanging from their necks . Prithviraj Singhaniya, the renowned businessman, strode into the party zone, flanked by his entourage of sleekly dressed men and four imposing bodyguards. The air seemed to thicken as the room fell silent.

The party's purpose – to impress Prithviraj and secure a lucrative partnership – was evident in the sudden stillness. Conversations ceased, glasses paused mid-air, and the music seemed to fade into the background. The host's anxiety was almost tangible as they awaited Prithviraj's reaction to the unfolding drama.

Sanyogita kept her face sideways , her cell burning in the flames of the man’s wife's abusive words. The lady was smiling on her Victorious humiliation win .

Vikrant was about to turn around but before that Sanyogita snatched a cake from a nearby lady guest who was standing there still holding a plate while watching the humiliation in front of her.

Sanyogita put the cake in the woman's face and said with a fit of sarcasm “ I'm sorry Aunty but don't worry take this case and please do your make over in a parlour. If you want I'll phone call them and ask them to give you a good discount.. umhmm trust me Aunty ! “" Sanyogita had a tinge of sarcastic polite smile on her face

Both the husband and wife called for the Manager of the company and told how Sanyogita misbehaved with them.

Afsana, the assistant director of Ahuja company , came after hearing the conflict in the party . She listened to everything and she asked Sanyogita to oppose them. Sanyogita was dumbfounded and said how they misbehaved with the waiter, who was almost their father's age . And he has been working there for the last 15 years.

“ You rich people are all the same , Paise ko Amir or dil ke garib.. God has given you people everything but forgot to make you as human lastly “ Sanyogita gritted her teeth with hatred .

Afsana tries her best to not drag the things farther.

Seeing Prithvi standing behind Vikrant stepped to him but Prithvi put his hand in the air as a sign to stop saying anything further. He was astonished by Sanyogita ’s desperate level.

“ We attended the party just because of you , my son. I know I'm your step Mamma and Maami but tell us do we deserve this kind of humiliation?? “" Vikrant asked to his step-nephew

Afsana apologises to Prithvi .

" I'm so sorry Mr. Singhania for this blunder . Sanyogita is new in this company,I'm apologising on her behalf. “

Prithvi didn't respond. Nor were there wasn't any facial changes shown from his body language.

Sanyogita set her jaw, she found herself guilty for bowing down on the head of her senior boss because of her . Having no option, she apologised to Vikrant and his wife .

Vikrant and Shanaya exchange a victorious smile.

Sanyogita's gaze met Prithvi's, her lips parting to offer an apology. But the words faltered, lost in the intensity of his silent stare. His eyes, like two unyielding pools, held hers, their depth unreadable.

She stood frozen, breath caught in her throat, as her mind raced to calm the rising tumult. The counting exercise, a familiar coping mechanism, helped slow her pounding heart. Yet, her thoughts seethed with indignation.

Why hadn't Mr. Singahnia listened to her side? Didn't she deserve justification? Mr.Singahnia just saw the surface and didn't bother to think about the other side of the story” The memory of the altercation with the couple replayed, and Sanyogita's frustration resurfaced. She knew she'd erred, but the circumstances had driven her to desperation.

As Prithvi's gaze persisted, Sanyogita's emotions churned. His silence was a palpable force, making her squirm. Did he, too, judge her without understanding?

As Prithvi's gaze swept over Sanyogita, he found himself drowning in her captivating beauty. Her slender, arched brows framed her face like the delicate banks of a serene river. But it was her eyes that held him spellbound – gorgeous grey-blue orbs, a rarity in Indian features. Those eyes, however, told a different story, their depths simmering with a quiet intensity, a testament to the turmoil brewing beneath.

Prithvi's gaze lingered, sensing the contradictions within her. He detected hints of pain, of scars hidden beneath the surface. His curiosity piqued, but he refused to yield. Instead, he glowered, his expression a mask of indifference.

With a curt nod, Prithvi stepped aside, allowing Sanyogita to pass. He slid on his goggles, shutting out the distraction, and turned to leave with his men

The deal was finally finalised and Singhania company was ready to partner with Ahuja company.

After the end of the party the Sanyogita talk to Afsana

“ Why didn't you take my side?? That husband and wife were insulting jitu kaka and asking him to wipe his boots. Even though I apologise to them first but instead they ask me to do things on behalf of Jetu Kaka. What cold hearted people these were!!!

Afsana heard the tantrums of her friend who was her two year senior of her college. Afsana knew Sanyogita for so long and she, including her boss, were only aware of the real identity of Sanyogita .

“ Sandy , just keep yourself on your side and think about what you will do?? You can't fight for everyone. If by chance Mr. Singhania refused to do the partnership? What do we all answer to the Boss ?

Sanyogita looked at her silently .

Seeing her jaw dropping face , Afsana kept her right hand over her shoulder and tried to make her understand like a friend “ Sandy , I didn't say anything to the Boss now but if things goes like this you will again lose your job. And if Mr. Ahuja complained to your father he will never let you find a job anywhere else! Are you planning to seek a job at your father's company? “"

“ No, I won't do a job under Mr. Goel. “

" Then change your attitude towards perceptive regarding rich people “

" But his was a spoiled richie rich " the word came out for Sanyogita 's mouth abruptly

Afsana’s eyes grew extra wider in astonishment. “ Sandy!" “

Sanyogita but her tongue" Sorry “ her apologetic face loaded with heart free laughter in replacement.

Afsana even joined her in the same accent.

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It was late evening, Prithvi was busy in a meeting , after the end of the meeting a man came and informed him about the betrayal of a man against his company. He came out from his office, his bodyguard opened the door of the black Mercedes and the driver ignited the engine and led him to the spot.

He entered the chamber where his men were holding a middle aged person. His condition was pathetic. Seeing Prithvi's arrival he reached to him and fell on his foot.

Prithvi moved back as if the man was the garbage, and he needed to keep himself miles away from it so the awful smells wont hit his nostrils.

A man brought a chair for Prithvi , so he took a seat above the cushion. Prithvi sat there in the famous film Star Rajnikant style .

“ I'm sorry Sir.. I made a mistake… I f*ck up everything. I give word to you I will not do it again “ The man was stammering while speaking. His verbal was more with air than words .

Prithvi looked up at his tiger eyes and met the gaze of the man. His demeanour was cold and forbidding. His gaze was as if he was the devil of death. He had a thick well trimmed beard giving him an awestruck look to his square shaped face. His pointed nose in the middle of his face is as prominent as his strong features. His vision was fierous.

He took the gun from his pocket and put the trigger point on the man's head . “ You leaked the papers about our business, you stab on my back in spite of eating our food from our plate , then more than that

fit a bomb in the car of our men thinking it will be I so I couldn't go make the deal. And think about making an apology… Did you find a fool! “"

The man gulped in fear. His body clothes were drenched in body sweats

“ No Sir. I didn't do it intentionally… Mr…!”

" I don't need any explanation. You betrayed me no matter what the reason. And there is no forgiveness for betrayal to me! “"

“ Sir I'll destroy Sir. My family will come to the road Sir.. Sir pls don't do this to me!! “

" Vector, took him away from here and you You know what you need to do”

" Yes Boss”

Saying this Prithvi put back the gun into his coat pocket and stood up on his knees and put the goggles in its accurate place. In his eyes .

And left.

The man nodded his head in agreement to his boss. He called someone and informed the ACP of the police station his new deceitful will be coming soon , and gave him a warm welcome in the lock-up.

Prithvi's lawyer made approx twenty cases against Shekhawat who betrayed Prithvi .

They would soon put him in the court and serve a seven years jail there.

Prithvi also commands his men to give money and shelter for Shekhawat family in a better place but don't let them inform, they were getting it because of Prithvi . Unless they would never accept it.

He knew he achieved love and hate both simultaneously for his actions.